Easy come... VERY easy go

We lost another contact.... yes, another contact.  Shortest time ever- 8 days.  It was such a nice little contact- +17.  The smallest we've had.  Patch time this past week was, well, less traumatic.  Not easy.  Never easy. 

We've now gone through 9 contacts in 11 months.  In case you were wondering, that is $2,250 worth of contact lenses.  To be fair, 2 of these are still sitting in the little bottles that I've been saving, 2 that we didn't lose but simply had a change in prescription.  One got sent back to B&L because it irritated Tommy's eyes...  But that leaves 6 lost.  Where do these rogue contacts go?  Are they hiding out somewhere with single earrings, caps to chapstick... my lost keyless entry system for a car we no longer have?  To think... I cried over that lost "key" for days and was stressed about paying $75 to have it replaced.  I could buy 3 of them for the cost of ONE contact!
Eight days.  Gone.  This loss was harder for some reason.  Maybe because we were doing OK... we were down to 3 patches per day (from 8-10) and it slipped in so nicely and out so easily.  First try,no tears, no red eyes.  Maybe because I feel guilt for letting him cry for a little bit during his nap.  That is likely when he lost it.  I let him cry because he NEEDED his nap and I NEEDED his nap...  And now the contact is gone.
Worse, I let a beautiful, sunny,  60 degree day (rare here in Michigan in March) slip by without enjoying it.  I spent the whole day inside searching... searching.  The crib, the clothes, the sheets, even his diaper in case he ate it.  I know, I know, but that is the desperation I was feeling.  I didn't find it.

Tommy gets a few days without the contact/patching drama.  And still I mourn that stupid little piece of silicone.  Curse that little white spot and curse that stupid little contact.